todo envio

the tan, female, argentine kris-kristoferson sitting being the counter at the laundromat put out her cigarette and wrote the name of a tailor on a torn post-it. when i asked where i'd find the shop she lit another cigarette and told me she makes house calls. each day lots of things don't make sense to me, and it is worth evaluating whether it is the language, the lunfardo (a tango dialect), the surrounding noise, the foreignness, myself being a 'blonde'. at any given moment, one or more of those things apply, and i can compensate for some of them. but in this case, the only answer is, it is simply different here.

i went home and and called the lady, after looking up the words for 'hole', 'seam' and 'i've torn a rip in my ass of the pants.' this didn't deter (or help) estela, and she said she could be at my house at 5 to examine the patient. i expected to see an elderly woman in a moo-moo with her grown daughter waiting in the car on her cell phone. estela was radiant, young and far too put-together to be making house calls for a rip in my ass of the pants. i showed her and she said, mira, it's not any of the words you found in the dictionary. foiled. but then she said she could have them back to me right after i woke up today. like christmas. i dared not ask how much this was going to cost, i just reassured myself that it's always in pesos and that's a small reprieve.

i took a shower this morning and the doorbell rang, and estela brought my back my shorts better than new, as they had ripped the first time i wore them. with a smile and punctuality for $1.65. there's a lot of things that don't work well here, but even those things work for me.